In the Long Run

My husband likes to watch cooking shows. I will catch him quite often staring adoringly at Julia Child reruns as she whips up an ostrich egg omelette souffl'ee or some such delicacy. He also likes Lidia's Italian-American Kitchen, Paula Deen Down-Home Southern Cooking, and Yan Can Cook. But a true cooking show connoisseur, he also has dislikes, and disdains BBQ with Bobby Flay and Emeril Live (BAM!)

Despite all of his culinary education, and my lack thereof, I prepare most of the meals for the family. Still, there are a couple of recipes my husband makes occasionally that I cheerfully encourage and gladly consume.

One of these is key lime pie. I don’t know what master chef I have to thank for my husband’s enthusiasm for preparing this dessert, but I am grateful. In the last two or three months, he has probably made about 6 fresh, and very delicious, key lime pies.

Incredibly, the man grows his own limes! Actually, he harvests only seven or eight limes a year from his small lime tree, so he does have to supplement with store produce. He meticulously squeezes the juice and grates the peel. He lovingly mixes all the ingredients, bakes and cools the delectable dessert. We savor each blissful bite.

This last time he proudly displayed his latest masterpiece complete with meringue topping. “I just learned how easy it was to do that on Paula Deen’s show!” he beamed with pride. I’m perfectly content with my Key Limey’s little hobby of making pie, as it is satisfying for both of us. He takes pleasure in preparing it, and I take pleasure in partaking of it.

Posted by Cyppy at 7:11 AM